I feel the need to read the great poets.

They must have written something I can’t see for myself.

The common man is not that common

He is unknown

There is a stranger inside of me

who tells me to go places I have not gone

After the work day

I go to the library

pulling books off the shelves

madly searching

for a line

some juice

to get through the next week

The best poets are alone

They’ve been hurt

and they aren’t afraid to feel

The sun sets on everything,

So it helps to love the darkness

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